Feb 6, 2010
Looking out at the snow falling has me thinking about how much more I enjoyed it as a kid than I do now. I still think snow is pretty. And, I really do get excited when a significant snowfall is predicted and is formed from big, fat, wet flakes and the air is still.
I remember going to Nehrt’s hill in the burg to sled with friends, and building snowmen, and even my Aunt Shirley picking me up to test the hills in Brownstown — a brand new saucer just for me hidden under blankets in the back of some dumpy car. But what I remember most was my strong desire to just get to town once the first flake hit the ground.
In high school, I would do about anything to get to the burg so my cousin, Jerilyn, and I could walk in the snow. If snow was in the forecast, I’d get there early so I was prepared — it isn’t cool to live in the country when you’re a kid. When you’re a dog, it’s awesome to live in the country! Just ask Gracie.
Feb 5, 2010
Snow has started falling in the burg… and the flakes are humongous.
What an awesome way to begin Super Bowl weekend!!
Go Colts!!
(If the snow continues to stick, I’ll post updated photos!)
Feb 4, 2010
I had to go to Seymour today to pick up glasses and pop into the local Wal-mart for a few things that aren’t available at Tanner’s here in the burg. Big mistake!! I’d rather have a stick poked in my eye than go to Wal-mart on a NORMAL day, but it was totally a freak show this afternoon with the forecast calling for around 8 inches of snow.
Judging by Wal-mart’s parking lot, you’d think that good ole’ Jackson County, Indiana was expecting a blizzard that would bring driving to a halt for at least 30 days. No bread or milk were left on the shelves, and cashiers were few and far between. I hate waiting in line (YES, I know I’m impatient!!), but today I found plenty of stuff to do to pass the time. For example…
There was this dude in front of us in line and his cart was seriously overflowing. He would weigh in at least 500 pounds (probably more), and I noticed that he had a couple 12 packs of Reeses peanut butter cups, at least 10 Snickers candy bars, and no less than 6 pies. I’m already about to tell him that carbs are his enemy when I notice he begins to haul all of this Ol’ Roy dog food and dog treats onto the conveyor. (Ol’ Roy is the only dog food that our veterinarian has specifically said to NEVER buy.) So this huge turd is buying all the good stuff for his fat self, but is giving his dogs bargain garbage! ::gasp::
I know that everyone doesn’t treat their pets like family, but some of us do. And to me, his statement was no different than when I see a Mother wearing BKE jeans and has her kids dressed in dirty sweatpants that are too short and have holes in them. Please take this post as a lesson… when you’re standing in line trying to get milk, bread and eggs before a predicted month-long blizzard, there are people like me who have nothing better to do than analyze your purchases. My 8 bags of Starbucks coffee and 2 large bottles of sugar-free vanilla creamer are probably going to be the hot topic of conversation for someone tonight.
Feb 3, 2010
Not giving anything away here, but I’m almost as excited over LOST as I am about the Super Bowl. Go Colts!
Feb 2, 2010
I’m soooo diggin’ this whole bread thang!! I actually baked my own bread, and even though I’m counting carbs and have had no more than a couple bites for myself, I have to tell you — it’s awesome!! If you know of my true kitchen capabilities, you too would thoroughly be impressed.
Now I’m all proud and excited and came up with this fabulous idea! I would ship my Mom in Florida a loaf of my best-ever-in-the-whole-world bread and a bag of starter, so she could mush the goo and share it with her friends in God’s Waiting Room (or the Sunshine State — whichever reference you prefer). Cool thought right? (Not to mention that when Mom gets my bread, she’ll like me better than my brother, Scott!)
So I asked Perry to print the shipping label, and he turns around and asks me if I know that overnight shipping for that loaf of bread and cup of goo is a little over $30 dollars. 30 BUCKS!! You’ve got to be kidding me!! Even though I printed the recipe all artsy like and had a beautiful loaf of bread complete with funky tags all cute and thoughtful — I refuse to pay $30 bucks so my Mom can eat bread.
Because of our fine USPS, my poor and elderly (sorry Mom) Mother will be forced to eat plain old Butternut bread and will have no chance to be popular in her retirement park, or be known as the cool chick with the awesomest bread on the planet. Also, I’ll probably gain 10 pounds because someone has to eat this extra flipping loaf of bread. This fiasco is totally the fault of our government, and I’m pretty sure none of this would’ve happened if McCain would’ve been elected!
Something needs to be done about ridiculous shipping rates. Because we can. Yes. We. Can.
